Lake Lewisia #1380

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He gazed down at her sleeping face, peaceful, unlined, almost newborn soft and in stark contrast with the ruins around her bed. Even as his hand raised, he did not look away; even as he drove the knife toward her heart, he did not look away. All that stolen youth--the years siphoned off a dozen withering others just to pour them like a cascade of gold into this one terrible body--might not return to its rightful owners with his actions, but he was willing to take even the slimmest chance.

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LL#1380